He appears behind me alongside the train tracks. Says, “Yeah you gotta be on your guard out here!” Catches up beside me keeping pace. About six feet. Scruffy. Short haired and a bit weathered. Looks at me hard and adds, “Every day in this town.”
“You live here?” I ask with a manly quiver.
“”Unfortunately. Today’s my birthday. Almost made it my last. I’m a veteran. Trump pisses all over us and still they support him. Course I got no love for liberals.”
I nod knowingly. “That’s my mom’s train,” I say (again with the manly).
“God bless,” he says, moving quickly into sliding doors and vanishing.